Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.